I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Chapter 356: Chapter 240: Maggie’s Path
 

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Dinner was personally cooked by Floey.

Mr. Bales didn’t like to talk during meals, but from his expression, it was clear that he was quite satisfied with Floey’s culinary skills.

“Mr. Bales, please.”

Chen Lun poured a glass of “Tears of Sorrow” and gently handed it to Bales.

The weathered old man picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp.

The next second.

His expression paused slightly, and his eyes showed a hint of reminiscence.

Thud.

Bales set down the empty glass.

“Heh… hahaha…”

He began to laugh.

Following that, Bales snatched the bottle from Chen Lun’s hands, filled his glass to the brim, and once again finished it in one gulp.

He began to laugh non-stop, his deep and hoarse laughter echoing in the living room.

Chen Lun had informed Noah Maggie and others in advance that a special guest would be attending, thus everyone’s dinner would be postponed by two hours.

Currently, only the three of them were in the living room.

Watching Mr. Bales laugh with his head bowed, Chen Lun, for some reason, felt an inexplicable pang of sour emotion.

“Good wine…”

Bales lifted his head, revealing his face.

Chen Lun noticed tear stains at the corners of Mr. Bales’s eyes, unsure whether they were due to joyful memories of the past or touching upon painful recollections.

“I haven’t had such a joyful dinner for a long time, thank you, child…”

Bales said to Floey, raising his glass as a gesture.

Floey silently responded with a smile.

“And you, Jack, thank you for the wine.”

Bales’s expression was earnest.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Bales.”

Chen Lun replied.

Playing with a yellow orchid, Bales spoke calmly after a long pause:

“This relic of Youlan possesses the supernatural power of high-temperature cutting, is extremely agile, and has great destructive force, suitable for a variety of scenarios… That’s why the Sun Church sees it as a powerful tool.

But to me, it is simply the last trace Youlan left in this world.”

Bales smiled and shook his head.

“Its name is ‘Severing Lovesickness;’ it fits well with its powerful cutting force, doesn’t it… But the cost of carrying it for a long time is memory decline, gradually forgetting the person you love most.

This was Youlan’s obsession; she wanted me to slowly forget all this, to forget her.”

Holding the “Tears of Sorrow” bottle, he said to Chen Lun:

“I like your wine very much; it reminds me of so much from the past… In fact, even I am surprised that so many unforgettable things could escape from my mind without notice.”

Mr. Bales stood up, holding the remaining half-bottle of wine.

“I enjoyed today’s dinner and conversation very much, but I must go now, Jack.”@@novelbin@@

“Let me escort you out.”

Chen Lun and Floey got up at the same time and followed Bales out of the villa.

“This will do.”

Bales stopped and turned around.

“After I leave, I’ll be heading to the Dark World. First, to avoid the pursuit of the Sun Church and the Shelter that follows, and secondly, to look for an opportunity to ascend there.

If you encounter any thorny troubles in the future, you can use the ‘Phantom Statue’ to find me.”

As he spoke, he took out an extremely simple silver bracelet and handed it to Floey.

“Child, I didn’t bring any gifts for visiting today. This used to belong to Youlan; I hope you like it.”

“Thank you, Uncle Bales.”

Floey held the silver bracelet and politely responded.

Bales, holding the bottle of wine, turned and walked towards the Spirit World.

‘The Dark World, huh? How many points of Insight are needed to discern it in the Spirit World…?’

Chen Lun watched Mr. Bales’s retreating figure, contemplating.

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The next day.

Chen Lun gave all the unused supernatural ingredients for his brewing to Floey. She smiled and placed them into the Grape Ring, then told Chen Lun that she would engage in supernatural forging whenever she had free time. She believed that it wouldn’t take many days to consume them all.

After lunch.

The Murder Club’s Spiritual Realm Messenger suddenly visited.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Qiaoke.”

In Chen Lun’s room, the faceless attendant bowed slightly and handed a tray to him, which held two sealed letters and a stack of paper documents.

Clang.

Chen Lun placed two Gold List medals on the tray.

“Good afternoon.”

He showed a polite smile, then took the envelopes and documents in hand.

After sorting through them, one of the letters was a reply from Akebin, thanking Chen Lun for the two bottles of Supernatural Wine sent and mentioning that Drake was out and would be given the gifts upon his return.

The second letter was a situation report for a commission previously assigned.

The three assassins from the Murder Club, after heading to Sunflower City, found that the entire Red Rose Squad, target number 7, had been eliminated. However, they also conducted some investigation and summarized their findings into a document.

The document recorded that, from Jerome’s remains, they uncovered some records related to the plague incident but the crucial “Grade B Mysterious Object – Plague in a Bottle” was nowhere to be found.

The trio speculated that it might have been taken by Your Majesty, the King of Slaughter.

Finally, they also tentatively inquired whether Mr. Qiaoke’s delivered wine had successfully garnered a response from the King of Slaughter, thus aiding him in the killing of Jerome.

Chen Lun set down the letter, pursed his lips, and had no intention of answering the question.

‘With this evidence, I can somewhat vex the Red Apple Church… And the mission triggered initially from the investigation of the plague’s truth by the Robert couple should also be considered complete.’

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